Page 112 of Mr. Naughty List
“Let’s go back to your room now,” RJ whispered. “I think tomorrow, when you see what we did, you’ll understand. You’re already free, baby.”
Aaron couldn’t fully comprehend what RJ meant. His body was a livewire of pain, but he hobbled back to the bedroom with RJ’s arms around him. Under RJ’s tender care, he flashed back in his mind to the last time he’d let a trucker fuck him. Hot, grimy, against the side of a wall near the end of an alley.
He thought of being bent over Coach McAllister’s desk taking his veiny cock. He thought of the men he’d let spank him, just a swat or two, and then fuck his mouth. And he started to cry again. Not in shame, but in sheer sadness. He could have hadthis. He could have had RJ. Or something like it.
He could have been loved all along.
In the morning,bleary-eyed and snuggling, RJ asked Aaron if he wanted to watch the video.
Aaron tensed, for only for a few heartbeats. He exhaled and said, “Later.”
RJ wasn’t sure if Aaron would really need to see it—maybe the act of filming it was enough. It was Aaron’s call. RJ kissed him deeply as the sun rose, gleaming off the church spire through the window.
Nuzzling RJ’s neck, Aaron whispered, “Next Christmas, can we play Santa and elf again?”
RJ’s heart lifted, his joy at hearing the question asked so easily, the assumption of their togetherness in a year so clear. “Yeah, but we can play that game any time you want, baby. You’re always on my naughty list.” RJ kissed him, and the wonder of holding the man of his dreams in his arms hit him all over again. “You’re my Christmas dream-come-true, Aaron.”
Aaron’s dimples were on display, a fever in his eyes. “Thank you for asking me if I’d been stood up.”
“Thank you for staying to talk.”
“Thank you for fucking me.”
“Thank—” RJ laughed as Aaron grinned. “Thank you for making me believe that love is worth trying to make last. For making me believe that it will last. With you.”
Aaron pulled RJ down on top of him again, spread his legs, and whispered, “Fuck me, Santa. Fuck your bad elf and show him how you do it.”
RJ laughed. “Damn, Mr. Danvers. Santa Claus is at your service.”
Epilogue
Two years later
Scruffy City Hallwas all done up for Christmas again. Silver and gold stars hung alongside tinsel garlands, draping from the ceiling, and colored lights wound around the banister of the upper level and all around the stage. A decorated tree or two brightened the stage and the corner by the bathrooms. The band played a tight Christmas set that inspired drunken sing-alongs, raucous dancing, and vigorous shaking of the plastic tambourines that had been tossed out into the audience. There was no doubt that the show was another success.
Leaning against a wall where he could easily see the stage, Aaron nursed his whiskey, training his gaze on the delicious man playing lead guitar. Reindeer antlers and tinsel garland bracelets be damned, RJ was as hot as ever.
Aaron’s nipples tingled and his dick rushed with blood. It never got old seeing his lover onstage. As they’d traveled together, he’d watched RJ play to massive crowds in London and L.A., and he’d watched him play to small theaters in Nashville and Berlin. But every single time he ended up hard and horny, aching for RJ’s touch and hungry for RJ’s cock.
It was nearly Pavlovian.
Luckily, RJ felt the same way most nights, leaving the stage flushed and racing with adrenaline. Aaron was an eager recipient of all of that energy. He could never get enough.
As the rollicking version of “Marshmallow World” wound down, RJ cleared his throat and wiped the back of his hand over his sweaty forehead. He peered through the lights, out into the crowd, and finding Aaron easily, he smiled. Then he cleared his throat.
“Y’all having fun tonight?”
The crowd banged tables and stomped their feet, whooping with delight.
“Good. That’s good.” He fiddled with the tuning of his guitar before bending down to get a capo before clamping it over the fretboard. He glanced over his shoulder at Joel and Becca, and then over at Madison on piano. “It’s good to have the old gang back together again. I’ve been away for a long time, but there’s nothing like being home for the holidays.”
Cheers went up and Aaron sipped his whiskey again, enjoying the way RJ worked the room.
“Don’t get me wrong. It’s been a fun two years. Really fun. I made some music, put it up on Spotify, and some of you listened to it.”
More shouts and shimmers of tambourines.
“Yeah. That was cool.” He noodled a little on his guitar. “And I went with some good bands on a few tours. That was neat. Traveled a lot, which can be tiring, but this time I was with someone I love. So that was cool, too.”